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rfmcdonaldYesterday I had a little adventure, going west into Scarborough to visit the Scarborough Bluffs Park and to see the Scarborough Bluffs themselves. This sandy escarpment, sometimes dropping steeply into Lake Ontario, is something I had seen almost a decade ago. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to climb down it, as I had climbed up.
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I put my sandals on before descending, of course.
From the top of the cliff, Lake Ontario stretches far out.
Some of the cliffs have been shaped into pillars and peaks by the water and the wind, looking almost Cappadocian.
Drops, at best, are steep. Frequently they are unforgiving, more frequently than not.
The actual descent was not so difficult. Erosion, particularly streams, had worn a walkable route down. I encountered a few people making what I remember to be the more difficult climb up. Descending towards the beach, I very much had a sense of entering a special place.
Thalassa, thalassa.
Looking back, the scale of the bluffs impresses me.
This is my new Facebook profile picture.
I put my sandals on before descending, of course.
From the top of the cliff, Lake Ontario stretches far out.
Some of the cliffs have been shaped into pillars and peaks by the water and the wind, looking almost Cappadocian.
Drops, at best, are steep. Frequently they are unforgiving, more frequently than not.
The actual descent was not so difficult. Erosion, particularly streams, had worn a walkable route down. I encountered a few people making what I remember to be the more difficult climb up. Descending towards the beach, I very much had a sense of entering a special place.
Thalassa, thalassa.
Looking back, the scale of the bluffs impresses me.
